All language subtitles for Pane, Amore e Fantasia (1953)

BREAD, LOVE AND DREAMS

The story that we will
tell you is an imaginary one.
Nevertheless a human story.

Some characters are seen
in the uniform of the military police.

But under every uniform
there is of course, a man.

As such, they feel love
and suffering like all of us

But when their humanity
goes beyond

the limits of disciplinary rules,

yet they know how to recover,

as in the tradition

which is the bright Corps patrimony.

I'm sergeant Squinzi,
how do you do Sir?

I'm sergeant Carotenuto.
A pleasure Sir. - Thank you.

Thank you Sir. Corporal Bolognini.

I'm sergeant-major Carotenuto.
It's a pleasure.

Corporal Sampieri Guiseppe, Sir.
Re-listed.

I'm sergeant major Carotenuto.

Private Baiocchi Siro,
son of Antonino, re-listed.

- Your civilian occupation?
- Student.

- Which class?
- Fifth, Sir.

- I continued studies on my own.
- I see. And you?

Private Stelluti Pietro, son of Giuseppe.
This is my first enlistment, sergeant.

- Civilian experience?
- Farming. I assisted my father.

- Bravo. Tell me the village?
- Up there. Quite a climb.

Ah, always those mountains!

Oh yes, mountains!

- Are we ready?
- Yes Sir.

Stelluti!

- What has he tied to his luggage?
- It looks like a guitar.

A sergeant with a guitar
should be a pretty good man.

Coming around the curve.

1200 meters is making one hungry.

Tell me something. How many
people are there in Saliegna?

700 in the village proper,
plus a few hundred on the outskirts.

- And the crime rate?
- Very low. You will stay like a pope!

Let's hope all goes well.
In Romagne it was terrible.

Rough assignment?

Murderous. But still the country
is rich and nobody starves.

- And beautiful women!
- Have you been there?

- I met my wife there.
- How does she like living here?

- Pretty well Sir.
- No! It's hard to believe you.

When we're send
to a place like this,

you should take it like a honeymoon.

What else one does at night?
Here, they go to sleep with the chickens.

When does your wife arrive?

I'm a bachelor.

The marshal looks angry.

- His face darkened.
- If he is crabby then we're fine.

Go, Barro!

- Hello sergeant.
- Hello Fantassine.

- Need some wood?
- Ask Caramella.

Our maid and yours as well.

Caramella? Beautiful name.

Go, Barro!

- What a beauty!
- She's a real devil too.

- Prostitute?
- No, just a little wild.

- Subversive?
- No.

Devil in the flesh through poverty.

They have given her the nickname
"Fantassine the hot bird".

They are arriving!

- Bombardment?
- No, an earthquake.

Over there.

- Earthquake?
- No, bombardment.

- Good morning, Marshal.
- Good morning.

Now we need a brass band.

What are they looking at?

Here everybody always looks at everybody.

- Eases up investigations.
- Yes!

- Where are the barracks?
- Far away, at the church square.

- There is the mayor.
- Good morning.

- You must be the new...I'm the mayor.
- My pleasure.

- I go with you.
- Thanks.

This night you will sleep here.
There is no hotel in the village.

We leave early tomorrow
and the house will be all yours.

- Perfect.
- You want some vermouth?

Yes please.

That's the maid? Caramella?

No, I'd like to
introduce you to my wife.

Excuse me madame. I'm mortified.

- Never mind.
- Marshal major Carotenuto.

No, thanks.

It's better to be married here,
or you'll risk nuisance.

- At my age.
- You must be kidding!

Giulia, the marshal says he is
too old to get married.

- Don't say that!
- You're too good.

You must have had
success with the ladies.

You're the archetypical seducer.
Isn't it?

She is right.

- A cigarette?
- No thanks. I smoke,

but here, I had to quit.
Lots of gossip in the village.

- Old-fashioned.
- They're medieval here!

Here she is...
our Caramella.

Good evening.

- Marshal.
- Thank you.

She worked half time for us.

Half-time, yes.

Full-time for me.

What you want, sir.

Annarella!

For heaven's sake,
Annarella, hurry up!

- What?
- Come quick!

I see, it's Caramella.
Are you boiling water?

Everything is ready since last night.

- Perfect. I'm coming.
- Quick, or it comes out.

Not without me.

Come on.

Good morning, Annarella.
You're up early today.

Like the church bells,
I sound at every hour.

- Fantassine in the offing.
- We're on duty.

Alright, I'll look out for you.

What is it?

- Where are you going?
- I'll be back.

- What about the laundry?
- I said I'll be back!

Have you seen a
black and white chicken?

Me, no. And you, Stelluti?

Arrest it, when you find it!

Where you go?

Let me pass through.

- Why between us?
- Between Carabiniere brings good luck.

For you, but for us it brings bad luck.

But if Stelluti agrees...

Let's go.

Thanks.

She was after you, not the chicken.
Were you asleep?

Baiocchi, don't talk about
that chick anymore.

Stop making fun of me,
or I'll get angry.

You're right, I understand...
true feelings have to be respected.

It's true, true feelings...
I'm crazy in love with that chick...

But I can't talk to her,
not a single word.

or... a transfer ... I don't want.

If I go away, I risk making mistakes.
I have to be careful.

Listen, Fantassine understood that you...?

- What...?
- How, what?

- You're not in love?
- Oh yes, she soon understood.

- And she?
- I don't know.

She is so weird sometimes.
And I still have 20 months to wait.

And me! Three more years
and my fiancee is in Val d'Aosta!

Duty,

and nothing but duty:
that's the life of a Carabiniere.

Fantassine, are you going to confession?
I'd like to be your confessor.

Do you have ribbons?

For you I have everything, come.

Wait.

Nothing nice over here,

but if you come after Mass,
after closing time...

I'll get some for you
at the warehouse.

- Stop it and show me those ribbons.
- I'd donate you the whole store.

Come back here and
I'll show you some cloth.

If your wife hears you she will kill you.

Fantassine, you will be my death.

Very good, we'll give you
a nice funeral!

Fantassine, beware of him.

I'm going to hunt today.
Are you coming with me?

Didn't the the other day suffice?
Want another one?

Nazionali cigaretes.

- Give it to me.
- No, it's mine.

Nazionali, please.

Wait a moment.

- Good morning Marshal.
- Good morning.

You don't know me?
I deliver wood to the Carabinieri.

- Fantassine hot chick.
- Yes, that's how they call me.

- I want to give you this goldfinch.
- To me?

Yes, you're alone.
It will keep you company

Thanks.

Sampieri!

I wish you well.

At your service.

Bring this goldfinch to my room.

One moment, parishioners.

An announcement.

Again this year, we're making
a pilgrimage to Saint Acuto.

Let me remind you,
it's not an entertainment nor a picnic.

Your souls need to be maidenlike.

Clean, I'd say.

Thus, immerse your dirty souls
in the lye of penance.

Soap it with contrition,
shake it out...

like you shake out your laundry near the river,

rinse it with the waters of prayer...

spread it out in the sun
of our Lord Jesus Christ...

and iron it with the flat-iron
of good promises.

Without creases!

Don Emidio knows how
to do laundry!

Did you see the marshal
smiling at Fantassine?

He likes kidding.

- May I?
- Enter.

- I'm the new commander
- I know. Get seated!

- Father, here's the coffee.
- One more cup of coffee please.

- You want a cup of coffee?
- Yes please, I'd love one.

I never go out
without my espresso.

A good cup of coffee always does good.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

You shook it.
It's full of grounds.

But I did like the Blessed Sacrament!

We'll settle this later. Go now.

I came to you Monsignor...

Don't Monsignor me...
I'm just a poor priest.

- Excuse me, I'm unfamiliar. with titles
- Are you from Naples?

- Almost, I'm from Sorrento.
- That's why.

You Neapolitans say Sir to everyone.

Yes, but there are ways and means.

Anyway, thanks for your courtesy.
And your visit above all.

- My duty.
- I know that you're unmarried.

Yes, unmarried.

Marshal, this is a village
that offers no distractions.

It's a quiet village.
No strikes, no rebellion.

- You would like a rebellion?
- No, what's the point?

When I read in newspapers
that in Puglia or in Sicily

the farmers are rebellious,
go on strike on their lands,

I almost cry because at least

they have hope.
But here, since more than 50 years

the land belongs entirely to peasants
so, nothing could happen anymore.

It's a village of progress.

Yes, the progress of misery.

I have been here more than 40 years

and I swear that it takes lots of
strength to confess these poor folks.

Here we live deceiving
ourselves of living.

Maybe providence has decided
that this village must disappear.

And we're dying little by little,
day after day, without realizing it.

By the way, Father...

are there often earthquakes here?
I saw ruins.

A little shock each year,
without serious consequences,

and a big one every
10 to 15 years.

And when was the last big one?

Quite a while ago.

It's about time. This year
or the next, we'll be dancing.

Well, I must be going.

- This marshal takes the priest for a jinx.
- Why?

He made the sign of horns while
the priest spoke. But he's the cuckold!

Hurry up!

- Have a good Sunday, Marshal.
- Good Sunday.

- What are you eating?
- Bread.

- With what?
- With fantasy, Marshal.

- Bon apetit.
- Thanks.

Fantassine!

Do you want to buy these
plums I picked for you?

- For me?
- Yes, for you.

- Why?
- Because i like you.

Are you engaged?

Yes and no.

- What do you mean?
- You ask too many questions.

- Well, do you want them?
- Yes, how much is it?

Give what you like.

Is 50 lira okay?

Yes, it's okay by me.

Make it 100.

- Bring them to the barracks.
- Right away!

Good morning.

- Thief! Give me back my plums!
- Be careful about how you speak.

Give me back my plums.
You stole them from my orchard.

- That's what you say.
- I recognize them!

Your fruit is marked like sheep?

Thief!

There is the chief of thieves
Who is , who is?

I know but I don't say
or you put me in a jail.

Thief! I feel bad.

Take it easy, it's nothing against you!

Peppa, I'll die soon!

Just perish, just perish ...

What... do you want?

It's for the marshal.

The marshal is out, come back later.

The marshal bought them and
told me to bring them here.

All right.

What's your name?

Stelluti Pietro, son of Giuseppe.

My name is Maria.

Maria de Ritis
daughter of the late Giovanni.

Nice meeting you.

I'll give you the basket?

I'll come back to get it...

tomorrow.

Perfect. As you wish.
Tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- My regards, Donna Annarella.
- My regards, Marshal.

- Going for a walk?
- I always walk.

I had to help at a
parturition in Selvone.

There's no end to this place,
all those hamlets!

As you say.
You don't have transport?

I have a mule sometimes,
otherwise I walk.

- A beautiful lady like you!
- That's how it goes.

- May I?
- With pleasure.

- Have you been here a long time?
- Seven years, since graduation.

- My God, and how did you survive?
- I've managed.

I feel so lonely and lost.

It's always like that, in the beginning.
But you'll get used to it. People are friendly.

I'm a social man, no family though,
I was made for family.

- Is it your fault?
- Apparently, Donna Annarella.

You don't know our life ...

Until being promoted, a carabiniere
cannot be married. It's hard.

If I tell you about my life,
you won't believe me.

I had other aspirations.
I feel I'm an artist.

I'd love to study music,
the mandolin.

I play guitar a little.

Or I'd like to have a perfumery.

Noble and gentle wares.
And here I'm instead, a carabiniere.

Lord knows how much I suffer
in becoming a marshal:

Service, discipline, heat, cold,
rain, whole nights, gunshots.

My poor feet
have done many miles.

My shoulders are hardened
by the rifle strap.

I've been so much in service that
all together it adds up to over four years.

Four years of my life with a rifle
on my shoulder. Anyway...

Marshal, we're almost there.

- You're right. Too bad.
- It's better if we separate.

- Gossip travels quickly.
- You're right.

Thanks for your good company.

It's me who should say thanks.
See you soon, I hope.

Sure.

- We're still only strangers.
- Oh, yes.

I already feel close to you.

- I feel the same.
- Really?

When you can cheer up someone,
it's always nice.

And I feel so much relieved.

Goodbye for now.

Goodbye for now.

The sergeant declared his
love to her. Now he goes away.

- And Annarella?
- She sighs.

You wanted me,
Don Emidio?

Yes, you! Come over here.

Close the door.

What have you done this time?

We're already in countless troubles.

I know,
but Concezio's plums...

Answer.

He came complaining to me.

- It's him who steals so much!
- Quiet!

He steals a lot.

He steals from the council, poor people,
from everyone. You know that.

He'll end up in hell.

Don Emilio, you know, Concezio is cunning.
On his deathbed, he'll call for you.

If he confesses and repents,
he'll get absolution and go to heaven.

I'll send him, but God decides.

But the poor folks, Don Emilio...

already live in a hell.

And they stay in hell because
they curse, steal and despair.

Come to church.

Always the same story.

Here, people are wasting time praying.

If you want fruit you can
take them from my orchard.

I'll obey, but ask
the saints some grace for me.

I pray for you every day.

You know that I mind my own business.
But I have a bad reputation.

Is it my fault that men
follow after me in the street?

If I'd still have my father,
or a big brother,

the bad tongues would
be silenced quickly ...

I know.

But if someone truly loves you,
send him to me, your confessor.

I'll tell him how
good and clean you are.

- No, no.
- Let God bless you, Don Emidio.

Caramella.

What do your compatriots say
about the new marshal?

- That you appear to be a good man.
- Thank goodness!

They think you're nice.

Yes? Who says so?

People.

But who, precisely?

People.

Which people?

What, "which people"?
People.

I remember that the midwife
said she liked you.

You have heard her yourself?

With my own ears.
And she said it in that tone...

"I find this marshal
very very likable!"

"Very very likable"
were her exact words?

I was like... VERY... VERY.

I like her too,
very very much.

Caramella!

- Who is it?
- It's me. Can I come in?

I'm coming.

- Who is it?
- The midwife's maid.

Yes?

Annarella asks if you have the
railroad timetable for her.

- Of course, here it is.
- Thanks and good night.

What does she wants?

Annarella wants to check
the train timetable...

to search connections.

- Where to?
- To Rome.

To Rome?

- For how long?
- Two or three days, as usual.

"As usual"?

Annarella goes to Rome
almost every month or so.

Last time she'd just returned
before your arrival.

Clear the table.

- You don't eat?
- No, I'm not hungry.

Caramella, do you know why
Annarella goes to Rome?

It's a big secret.

Seven years here already,
and nobody's figured her out.

I only know one thing:

Every time she returns,
she is radiant.

What do you mean?

When a young lady
obtains certain satisfactions,

her face illuminates...

her eyes are soft...

and her voice is very calm.

I understand.

If you'd have seen her as I did,
you'd lose your rank, marshal.

Explain.

As you know, there's no bathroom
in the village

and Annarella is very clean.

She takes baths in a tub.

She's a real lady.

One evening, her maid was ill

I helped her with bathing.

And you saw her ...

Sure! A real beauty!

A masterwork of Mother Nature.
Spring blossom. She dived.

Her breasts, high up

and smooth. A thin waist

and what a pair of legs...

Two columns.

Okay, go to sleep now.
Good night.

You're in a bad mood
tonight, aren't you?

Hurry up, come on!

Come!

Take care of the donkey,
it is all we have.

If Don Concezio comes,
don't let him in.

Block the door with a table tonight.

- Keep calm, off you go.
- We'll be praying all night.

Saint Antony will see
our troubles.

You should also pray to
Saint Antony all night like us.

Sure, so tomorrow instead of
searching for strawberries, I fall asleep!

Take care.

- Hey beauty, where are they going?
- On a pilgrimage to Mount Acuto.

- Bad luck!
- Why?

- I arrive and my clients go.
- They return tomorrow.

I'll lose a day's income.

- Will you take me to the village?
- Come, and we'll see.

- I don't have money
- We make a deal.

But I don't have a penny!

- Wide awake?
- Good morning.

- You slept well?
- No, very badly.

What are you going to do
with those pin-up women?

You're right,
but what can I do...?

- She left.
- Sure.

Today she'll be radiant.

- Do you want to shave?
- No.

- Shave, you look old.
- I don't care anymore.

Good morning, Fantassine!

- Good morning, Marshal!
- Not on a pilgrimage?

I don't have a donkey today.

- He's lucky, your donkey.
- Why?

His owner has seven beauties.

- And 77 misfortunes.
- Are you looking for me?

No, I'm picking up something.

May I?

Good morning madame.
I'm picking up my basket.

- Your mother took it last night.
- I beg you pardon.

Madame! Can I tell you something?

- Will it take long?
- No.

Is it true that a sergeant's mother
is coming to pay a visit to him?

The one they call "the statue"?

- Yes, it's him!
- Why? Are you interested?

Yes.

But he never says anything,
he's like a nun!

But I know that he loves me.
When he sees me, he looks thunderstruck!

- Okay, so his mother ...
- Of course,

she comes from Trentino to see

her children and stay for the celebration.
Do you know where she will stay?

- No.
- At Don Emidio's.

And know why? The archbishop
of Trentino wrote to Don Emidio

if he could find a room
for her parishioner.

Don Emidio immediately
offered his house.

- Very good.
- And now, Paoletta,

the priest's niece, is going
crazy and ordered two dresses

to a Pescara seamstress.
And you know what they say?

- She will marry the sergeant.
- Who said so?

People.

It's not possible.

Listen to me, forget that sergeant.

I love him very much.

Believe me, forget him.

It's impossible.
It's gossip!

What gossip? I smell a marriage
like a dog smells a hare.

I'm sorry.

Don't make that face.

You're the prettiest of the country,
you'll find your spouse.

Goodbye.

Fantassine!

Your goldfinch
sings like a tenor.

Lucky him.

Caramella, I'm going to shave!

The marshal likes
Fantassine so much!

- Me too, I like her.
- You?

As soon as she saw me
she ran away.

She will drive you crazy.
You better forget about her.

I can't.

- Fantassine!
- Who is it?

It's me.

- Did I frighten you?
- A little bit.

- I apologize.
- It's all right.

I came to visit you but
nobody was home.

They are on a pilgrimage.

Oh yes, you said it.
Aren't you afraid here, all alone?

Nobody steals from me.

A beautiful girl like you, alone at night.
The opportunity makes the thief.

Have a sergeant guard me.

- I'll take you at your word.
- Just take it.

Okay, I'll send a guard tonight.

Thank you, Sir.

Saint Antony!
I have to put up with that too!

- What?
- Mother's dress!

Get it!

Thanks.

And from what?

You're all wet. I'm sorry.

A bit of water won't hurt me.

- Leave me, I have to dry myself.
- Yes, me too.

Go dry yourself in the wood.

In the wood, under the leaves?
How poetic.

Take care, Fantassine.

Dry yourself well.

Go into the wood.

- Tonight, I'll send a guard.
- Thank you, Sir.

Go on now!

Take a look, it's free.

You're in lady's paradise.

Buy, search, look.

Sunday is the celebration!

Buy a dress and conquer a husband.

No, no. French style.

- In other words?
- With the point of the scissors.

200 lira per metre!

My beauty, I told you we
could arrange something.

Who gives me money!

200 lira!
Fabric from Como, very special!

- How much is this dress?
- For you, 5000 lire.

- Give it to me.
- Is it yours?

- Yes, I'm buying it.
- Are you selling your donkey?

Ugly, capricious bitch. Little idiot!

- Capricious, me? What about you then?
- I'm what?

- What do you know?
- What everyone says.

- What everyone says? Tongue waggers!
- Are you crazy?

This dress comes from Paris!

What are you doing?
Please, calm down!

Are you going to stop?

- Refusal of an order?
- Mind your own business!

What's going on?

Nothing, just a dispute.

- What is it?
- Marshal, these two seem possessed!

Take them to the barracks.

Hurry up.

Did you see Fantassine?
She gets prettier when she fights.

She's always beautiful.

This Fantassine ...
What type is she?

The type who makes deals.
Otherwise how can she make a living?

She makes deals with everybody?

Everybody and nobody.

She's sly, it's hard
to catch her red-handed.

And those who enjoy don't speak.
You know how it is in the village.

Are you sure?

Ask anyone you want.

- Quickly.
- There you go.

What a dishonor! Two beautiful
girls fighting with each other for nothing.

What will the people say?
What a disgrace to our village!

- She started it!
- Me? I'll kill you!

Don't you touch me!

Calm down!

Silence!

- Caramella! Go out.
- Yes, Sir.

Let's hear what's happened .

Silence!

Stelluti, I'm listening.

- I arrived after Baiocchi.
- Baiocchi?

When I arrived they were
shouting and fighting like crazy.

I stopped as soon as you told me to.

But you continued to insult her.

Because she insulted me!

Why didn't you tell
that she insulted you?

Insulted me? I don't remember.

I heard nothing.

She was resisting you
and tore off your jacket!

Liar! She tore my dress off,
the only one that I own!

Stelluti, what happened?

I'm sure it was an accident.

One can't stop women
who are fighting...

Ok, then. Honest girls
are always wrong.

You hear that? You dirty little hypocrite.
I'll wait you outside!

- Hear what I said?
- Tonight you'll go home on a stretcher!

- Calm down.
- I'll kill her.

- Put her in the lock-up.
- You can't arrest me.

Not arresting. Just detaining
to save you from jail.

I don't care about jail
but she must go to the cemetery.

Put her in! Tomorrow morning
Don Emidio will take care of his niece.

Stelluti, come!

You, don't touch me!

I don't want him to touch me!

I don't want him to touch me!

From a niece of Emidio I expected
a little more gentility.

I'm nice and calm,
but when they provoke me...

That's the way I am.

Did she calm down?

Who? She's a wild devil.

- Bring me the traveling salesman.
- Yes, sir.

- May I?
- Come on in.

- Your identification?
- Here you go.

Identity card and vendor's license.

You may go.

- Are you from Sorrento?
- I sure am.

- Me too.
- Really, Marshal?

Everything is in order.
You may sit down, please.

Then we should know each other.

I'm a son of Ciccillo the coral seller,
opposite the tobacco store.

I remember very well!

I'm a son of Marietta Sartori,
related to Scognamiglio.

- From the furniture factory?
- Yes, that's right.

A Sartori, sister of my mother,
is married to a Scognamiglio.

I remember your mother.
A true lady.

Mother was a saint.

She raised six children.
Babbo, the poor...

- Who is that?
- Babbo ... Daddy!

Daddy.

Daddy died when we were kids.

I went into service at 17.

And I'm stuck here. For 4 years!
Can you imagine?

4 years?
I sympathize with all my heart.

We can't do anything here, not even
look at a lady and all the village knows.

You have to be sly as a fox.

Nevertheless women here get it quickly...
A glance or a gesture is enough.

- You think so?
- With that rosebud...

- It's easy.
- Which rosebud?

Fantassine.

You're crazy. She's a prisoner.
Off-limits, untouchable.

Today yes, but tomorrow?

Fantassine is a beautiful girl...

And with a 5,000 lira dress,
she's yours for the asking.

- With my grey hair...?
- Even more attractive.

It makes you look important.

Don Vincenza, see you soon.

At your service, Marshal.
You know where to find me.

The dove is cooing.

I once wanted him

But not any more

Whom shall I give my heart?

I don't know for now

But for sure, I'll never

give it to a traitor no more.

But for sure, I'll never

give it to a traitor no more...

- Did you hear that?
- What?

- The song.
- It's not for me.

You think so?
She calls you a traitor.

Me?

- Yes, you.
- I can't believe that.

You're really stupid!

I don't understand it at all.
She's angry with me.

What have I done to her?
What does she want from me?

- What does that devil want?
- Don't call her a devil.

I'll beg you. She is a poor child.

All right, if you insist.
But you have to decide.

Talk, write, do something.

Yes... I'll write her.

Quick, or you'll end up
in an asylum.

The sun of love.

Tell me whom my heart thinks of.

Tell me where is
the husband that I like.

Sun of fire. Sun of love.

Tell me where is
the husband that I like

Sun of fire. Sun of love.

Marshal!

- What?
- Just a word.

Quiet! Go to sleep.

I can't. It's important.

- What's the matter?
- Stay there. Open up.

- Marshal.
- Please be quiet.

You need to take care of the donkey.

What for?

It's all we have,
and it's alone.

Am I supposed to keep it company?

No, he is thirsty and hungry.

Send one of your men,
they've nothing to do here.

You called me for this?

I remembered the donkey
and thought of you.

Be aware that...

if he gets sick, you have to pay.

Send a man quickly...

It can't suffer
because of you.

Go now.

Go.

Sleepless night?

Not used yet to go to bed
with the chickens.

- So you're a cock!
- Good night, Don Vincenzo.

Sweet dreams.

Go on...!

Stop!

Come on, drink.

Stop!

Go on...!

That's enough.

Come on... move!

Bon apetit.

Come on... out!

Good morning. Did Don Emidio return?

Yes, early this morning for the mass.

Good.
Come in.

I have to hurry.

I'll be quick, but promise me
to not make any trouble.

I have too many troubles.

Are you rid of your anger?

Yes, over. The poor
are always to blame.

You offend me.
I didn't prove you wrong.

I did it for you, just for you.
If I'd let you free yesterday...

you'd've done something stupid.
Correct?

Yes.

If you see Paoletta,
avoid her,

Go a different way.
Promise?

Promise.

It's okay. You have to know
that I like you a lot.

Thank you, sir.

Good morning, Marshal!

Donna Annarella!

- Good morning.
- Welcome back.

- I'll give you the train timetables.
- Whenever you like.

- Thanks again!
- You're welcome.

So pushy!

You played lovesick with Annarella
and now you treat her badly?

A lovesick, me?
This village has imagination.

Forget about imagination.
Did you take care of my donkey?

- Of course.
- May I go?

Take care, Fantassine.
See you.

- See you there?
- Where are you going?

Going home and to the woods...
to find firewood and strawberries, maybe.

All right.
I'll whistle when I pass by.

- Am I a dog?
- Sort of.

To say hello to.

You don't want me to say hello?

Sure you can. Say it.

You see her? I don't.

Wait until she turns the corner.

- Here she is. I recognize her before you!
- You're right.

That's her.

- Where's your letter?
- It's here.

Get it out.

And come on, a bit of courage.

You saw that?

Sure I did. What have you done?

- I don't know.
- You never know anything.

Fantassine, where are you?

Come on in.
Fantassine is out.

Go to sleep. You walked all night.

- Mummy, I'm hungry.
- Who sleeps, eats. Go to sleep.

Mummy, I'm tired.

- Get off to bed.
- Come here.

Mummy! Look!

5,000 lira.
Where did you find it?

- There, on the ground.
- On the ground?

Saint Antony!

Lord, Jesus, Maria!

Mummy, what are you doing?

Saint Antony, were it you?

A miracle!

Look my child. A miracle!

Mum, have you gone crazy?

My child, Saint Antony
gave me a blessing.

- Look.
- Who gave you that?

- Saint Antony.
- Be sensible, Mummy.

- Don't touch it! It's sacred.
- Don't say that. Think about it!

Alright, but did you hear
anything just right?

I wasn't there. I'll explain.

You weren't here? A miracle!

Saint Antony made you sleep out
on purpose, you understand?

- Marshal.
- Who is it?

- Marshal.
- What is it?

Where are you?
What has happened?

We came running here because
there's agitation in the village.

- For what reason?
- Maria De Ritis...

- Mother of Fantassine?
- Yes

Maria De Ritis claims that a
miracle happened

and that Saint Antony
gave her 5,000 lira.

Excuse me? Repeat that.

Maria De Ritis says that in
answer to her prayers,

Saint Antony gave her 5,000 lire.

Exactly 5,000?
In bills of 1,000?

No, he made use of one big bill.

Back to your posts,
I'll take care of the miracle.

Sampieri! My bicycle.

The marshal!

Let me pass, please.

Welcome, Marshal.
Our friendly fellow.

Please.

Marshal, you are the right hand
of Saint Antony.

- Me?
- Yes you are.

If you didn't stop my daughter...

he would not have come to me.

Kiss it and he will bless you too.

Kiss it.

Be sensible.
No horseplay, please.

Don't worry. We're praying
for your soul too.

Tell me, marshal.

Who took care of
the donkey last night?

Someone who likes you.

My respects, Don Emidio.

I haven't discussed the merits of the miracle.
It's your domain.

Of course.

Listen to me!

Listen, I don't want to hear
about any miracle.

Why not?

Because the church has
to decide about these matters.

All right, but Saint Antony
gave me a blessing.

A blessing is not a miracle.

And we'll examine this to see if
it has been a rightful blessing.

Maria, I'm coming to claim my money.

- As you wish, sir.
- Nice savings.

Saint Antony did it.

No matter about Saint Antony,
the total will be 6,000 lire.

Precisely. 1,000 lira capital,
and 5,000 in interest.

What do you say?
I'll send a bailiff.

- You're the boss, sir.
- Come and get it!

Come here or I'll kill you.

Come here.

Catch her.

Give me the money.

The money!

Peppi, I feel sick.

It's nothing. Rest.

Let him perish, let him perish!

Let him perish, let him perish!

- Fantassine!
- What do you want?

Come here.

- Here it is.
- What?

The dress you wanted.
I know everything.

What do you know?

Fantassine, you have a benefactor.

Who then?

No need to play comedy between us.

Comedy, me?
Beware about how you talk.

Don't treat me this way, because I put in
a good word with the marshal about you.

Who?

Don't you understand it's me
who told him to pay

5,000 lira for the dress?
And he arranged for the miracle.

So that's the way it is!

I'll show him!

Fantassine, what have you done?

Nothing.

- And the 5,000 lira?
- I tore it up.

Holy Virgin. But why?

You know who brought me
the 5,000 lira?

- Who?
- The marshal.

My God, I don't understand anything.
First Saint Antony

and now, the marshal.
Who told you?

I know.

Don't despair, but thank
Saint Antony instead.

- I need to be thankful?
- Yes, listen to your mother!

Shut up or I'll blaspheme!

Understand that the marshal
has his intentions.

Intentions worth 5,000 lira.

Good intentions.

That pig!

Be polite. Even a pig
can be a husband.

Shut up or you'll never see me again!

I'll shut up, but come here.
Think about it.

Stay with your Saint Antony!

Saint Antony, so the miracle
isn't it yours?

It's the marshal?

So help me getting my daughter married.

Pasqualino, come here.

Let's play a good joke
on Fantassine...

but she shouldn't know anything.

Are there any strawberries left?

Yes.

Come in.

A present from Fantassine.

- Where?
- Outside.

- Is she here?
- No, it's her brother.

- What is it, children?
- Get up and say good morning.

- Fantassine sent you this.
- Some strawberries, thanks.

She picked them for you
as you're as good as Saint Antony.

Saint Antony.

- She went to the forest.
- Oh yes?

- To collect more.
- It's all right. I've enough.

If you want to help, and go there,
you'll make her very happy.

If I go to the forest to help her?

- Yes, sir.
- Thanks. You may leave.

- Say goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Marshal.

What now?

The priest is asking

if you could see him
as soon as possible.

- He said "as soon as possible"?
- Yes.

But I've been directed to
an urgent case in Calzolano.

- Tell him I can't come see him.
- You can't.

- No. Tell him I'll come immediately.
- Immediately.

- May I?
- Enter.

I'm sorry to bother you.
I'd have come myself,

but our Saint Antony isn't ready yet
for the great celebration of tomorrow.

- For goodness sake.
- What are you doing?

- Don't you see?.
- Get out and close the door.

- And Saint Antony?
- I"ll take care of him.

Why did I get the
honour of your call?

I'll make no bones about it.

Fantassine ...

whom you know well,

suffers from being the most beautiful
and also the poorest in the village.

Men go after her,
but with what intentions?

You understand.

Everybody gossips about her,
and is allowed to believe she is...

You understand?

The others, yes, but me...

Last night also,
that gossip niece of mine...

And you should have detained my niece.

- What?
- Yes, and not that poor girl.

It was purely a preventive measure.

Certainly, but this is not the
only purpose of my call.

- Is there something else?
- Yes, and much worse.

You know that sergeant Stelluti's
mother is coming tomorrow.

Yes, but I don't see the connection.

- I'll tell you.
- Excuse me.

Mrs Stelluti is not only coming to
see her son, but also to meet Fantassine.

She wants to take her as maid?

Her son wants to marry her.

I didn't know!
Stelluti ought to...

- He's the best young man I know.
- Perhaps from shyness...

but also out of respect for
the rules of your service...

this scrupulous boy never dared to
address a single word to Fantassine.

- Just a few glances.
- The rules don't prohibit glances.

Especially if they concern
honest feelings.

Yes.

All this is confidential, like a confession.

I need your help to make
these children happy.

Can I count on you?

- It's my duty.
- Thank you so much.

But I have to transfer Stelluti.
Those are the rules.

Please wait until after the ceremony.
His mother arrives soon.

- Marshal, Sir!
- Come on in.

- Are you happy here?
- Yes, sir.

- How long have you been here?
- 8 months.

8 months! And after 8 months...

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I'll send you on a special mission.

- You will go alone.
- Yes, sir.

You know the forest
of Forca d'acero?

Yes sir, very well.

You'll go there, casually...

- And you patrol carefully.
- Yes, sir.

No need for your rifle.

- Do as you're there for a stroll.
- Yes, sir .

- Don't hurry.
- No, sir.

If you encounter someone

act like nothing goes on

and have a chat.
- Yes, sir.

As much as you can.
- Yes, sir.

If it's a young girl, so much the better.

It gives the impression
that you're not on a mission.

Is it really necessary?

Not essential, but if you
come across a beautiful girl,

chat her up, stop her, it's better.

Give her the impression that you
are thinking to make love.

- That's all.
- And then, what do I do?

What do you mean?
You stay as long as you can...

and you talk and talk.
Look at the passers- by.

- Yes sir.
- You look out unnoticed.

And keep on talking.
Talk with the young lady.

- What if she's not there?
- Never mind.

What if it's an old lady?

What old? No.
Don't stop them.

Then you indicate
that you're on duty.

I understand.

All right. You can go now. Quick!

Yes, sir. I'll report to you tonight.

At your convenience. Good luck.

Thank you, Marshal.

Go and make love,
you too, off you go!

Marshal, quick!
My wife is giving birth!

- Call the midwife!
- I need you.

To assist the midwife?

No, because the midwife
has been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Yes sir, kidnapped.

Good morning marshal.

- Where is the midwife?
- Inside.

Call her immediately!

Or I'll arrest you for kidnapping
and for threatening at gun-point.

Good morning Marshal.
What brings you here?

Is it true that this man kidnapped you?

- No, what happened?
- The wife of Enrico Toppi.

- She has contractions?
- Yes, she will give birth.

Enrico came to fetch you,
and he threatened with a gun.

- Did you go crazy, Matteo?
- My wife is very weak.

She won't give birth for now.

- But if she speeds up...?
- Not before tonight!

It takes one hour at least,
going to Enrico by foot.

If my wife gets into trouble
I'm going commit murder.

Calm down, we're trying our best.

How is she doing, the poor lady,
always up and down the village?

If Annarella agrees, I can take her,
but it will be uncomfortable.

Perfect to me, but I don't want
to disturb you.

It's my pleasure.

God bless you. You're a good man.

Hop on, Donna Annarella.

Give me a push!

- Am I going too fast?
- No, it's perfect.

I'm very sorry for the bother.

I never bothered
with such pleasure.

A beautiful day.

Yes, a day in paradise.

The marshal's going full bore.

- What are they saying?
- Telescope. Not a telephone.

She always sings,
but keeps quiet just today.

- It's from passion.
- And when the marshal arrives?

- He's cautious.
- He's sensible.

How many appointments
he must have had in the forest!

If he doesn't marry my daughter,
I'll make a scandal.

Wait till he comes.
We'll see what he does.

Here she is with the marshal.

Thanks.

- I don't want to detain you.
- I'll stay, or it'll be troublesome for you.

- May I?
- Thanks.

- How is Mariuccia?
- The labour has begun.

- Did you prepare hot water?
- For hours.

Quick, Annarella.

You first, Marshal .

Thanks. You're the grandma?

- Yes.
- Lucky woman.

- Here we are.
- No, why did you bother?

A wine glass.

Your health! To a boy!

To a boy.
To you and Annarella.

You're her husband?
She's a good girl.

She has blessed hands.
Why doesn't she give you a child?

Your hair is grey already.
Hurry up!

Annarella, how's it going?

It'll take another two hours at least.
Why did you make us rush here?

- 2 more hours of torture?
- Is the linen clean at least?

We're only peasants, but we're known
for our cleanliness.

Who's there?

Come out of there...
you don't scare me!

Who is it?

You?

- Yes, it's me, Miss.
- So I call you Sir?

I have a letter for you.

Have you became a postman?

Don't be like that.

I wrote it to you.

You don't have a mouth to speak with?

It's better if you read it...

...so can know evrything.

"Dear Miss Maria De Ritis".

- So, it's not true?
- What?

I'll explain later.
First, let me read.

You have nice handwriting.

I try my best.

That is not the marshal!

He sent one of his men
in his stead. Possible?

Impossible.

- Maybe he was passing by chance?
- That's it.

If he doesn't go,
the marshal will stay away.

You understand?

Yes.

I understand.

Come and sit down...

Keep me company.

Do you have time?

Yessir.

I have all the time I want.

Is it true that your
mother is coming?

It's true.

I wrote her that she has to meet you.

You wrote her...
that you love me?

Yessir.

Don't say "yessir".
I'm not the marshal.

I'm not used to talking to you.

Have a strawberry.

But they're in love!

You dreamt of that marshal of yours!

I don't understand anything anymore.

Should we hold the candle to them?

Like the proverb
"A bird in the hand is worth..."

You're right. One Carabinieri
is better than nothing.

So lets's go!

My mother wrote to the priest

and he immediately answered,
telling what a good girl you are.

My daughter!
My daughter with a Carabinieri!

My daughter is dishonoured!

Go home. I'll see to this Carabinieri
who dishonored my daughter!

Don't listen to her.
She's completely crazy!

You really want to ruin me?
Go away!

Idiot!
No dishonour means no wedding!

Go away!

And you too!

Leave me alone.

What an embarrassment. What a misery.

So she wasn't in agreement?

That's true. Listen.
My daughter didn't know anything.

I swear to God.
May I not see my children anymore.

Let's go.

Do you believe that?

- You believe that?
- Yes, I do.

Don't cry.

Tonight, I'll tell the marshal.
But I'll have to go away.

You'll forget about me?

No, I love you very much.

But you have to wait 20 months
before we can marry.

I'd wait for you all my life.

Annarella, quick!
My wife gives birth.

Are you crazy?
You want to go to jail?

- But I'm licensed.
- I'll hit your head with the license.

If my wife dies, I'll kill you all.

- I'm coming.
- And my wife?

She has time. Give me my bag.

- Annarella, get on the horse.
- You take care of your wife.

Pray to God that I don't stop
you for an armed threat.

- Sorry.
- Keep this until I'm back.

Hop on, Annarella.

Don't you understand that he
is madly in love with her?

What do I care.

- It's better that I get off?
- Why?

- I'm tiring you. - Me? I'm going
to bike the heavens with you!

Don't exaggerate.

Exaggerate?
If you could read my heart...

I'm illiterate.

What a beautiful job you have!

Where you are, there life blossoms.

And a poet too.

Near a lady like you, I become
another human being.

I become the one
I always wanted to be.

Like who?

One day I'll tell the
story of my life. A novel.

Which is filled with ladies.

Yes, but no one like you.

Because you're my destiny.

Watch out, Marshal!

Annarella. You know the motto
of the Carbinieri?

- No.
- "Loyal through the ages."

So I am, loyal.
Loyal in love.

I always sought true love
and I never found it,

until I came here...

Providence.

Excuse me.

Annarella, hurry up,
you can flirt later...

Talk like that,
and I'll lock you up!

Excuse me.

Sun of fire, sun of love

Tell me who is the
love of my heart

Tell me where is the
husband that I want

Sun of fire, sun of love

I want to talk Italian like you do.

And I, as well as you do.

It's time to go.

Wait a minute. I'm on duty.

- On duty?
- Yessir.

Stop with your "yessir"!
Say "yes".

- Yes.
- Well done!

Kiss me one more time.

Yessir!

- It's over!
- Boy?

No, girl. Next time a boy.

- A drink?
- No thanks.

- You offend me.
- Okay then.

Quick, Annarella!
She's giving birth. Hurry up!

Calm down.

Are you ready? The bag.

You're experienced.

A Carabinieri must be ready for anything.

Now I'm assistant-midwife.

Give us a push.
Hop on.

Push!

Concettina told me that
you're not the midwife's husband.

- No.
- When's the wedding?

Who knows?

Old as you are, will you have
this young lady wait?

Who's old?!

Marshal!

A boy!

Why are you crying?

It's happiness.

Just calm down.

Don't get started again!

God gave me that fancy, and
it's him who takes me.

Why did you bother
to wait so long?

For Heaven's sake!
Shall we leave?

I'll be back tomorrow morning.

- Thank you, Marshal.
- No worries.

I did what I can. Thanks.

- Donna Annarella.
- I can walk now.

- Don't offend me. As people here say.
- He's right.

- Goodbye.
- See you tomorrow.

Thanks again, Marshal.
Goodbye.

- Engine problems?
- I turned it off, we're on a gentle slope.

- What a beautiful sunset.
- Lovely.

"It's the hour in which desire
touches the sailor's heart."

- Now you know it all.
- All what?

Don't play with my heart.

- I wouldn't dare to.
- So...?

- Change the subject.
- Excuse me.

I should have know that your
heart has already been taken.

You have lots of imagination.

Isn't it true then?

Could you love me, Annarella?

Since the very first day, I ...

My God! Help! Marshal!

- Are you hurt?
- No, and you?

I'm in paradise.

Let go of me, Marshal!
Leave me alone!

How could I see you again?

I beg you. Let go of me!

Can I see you again, Annarella?

What a day, Caramella!
What a day.

What are you doing here?

Marshal, I need to talk to you
about a private matter.

Do me a favor.
Don't show up till Monday.

No, don't talk.
I'm not listening.

Got it?
I don't want to know...

- But Marshal, I have to...
- I beg you. Please go.

Annarella's maid brought this.

For me?

You can go.

"Dear Marshal,
your self-abnegation today,

"and your charming words,
made me lose my head.

"But I recovered my sense now,
and I urge you to forget it all.

"Forget what happened, and
forget about me.

"I could never reciprocate
your feelings neither now or ever.

"I could never reciprocate
your feelings neither now or ever.

"Don't ask me why. My reasons
are private.

"I'll respect you forever,
Anna Mirtia."

No, it's impossible.
She can't make a fool of me.

Are you talking to yourself?

You know, today I've done a good deed.

- Yes.
- And how will destiny reward me?

By scoffing at me.

It's mocking me, Caramella.

It's mocking me!

- Marshal.
- What?

My mother would like to meet you.

- I'm delighted.
- God bless you.

My son is delighted
to serve under you.

He'll leave tomorrow.

I know, anyhow, he will wait.

I'm sorry, but that's in the rules.

He is locked in my heart,
so he can't run away.

You hear that?
You lucky man.

I wish the same hapiness
for you.

Oh me, by now...

- Honoured to meet you, Madame.
- Take care.

Caramella! What's new?

Don't you know?
She's locked herself up for three days.

She wants to see nobody,
and doesn't go to mass,

and her balcony isn't decorated.
I don't get it.

Me neither.

Look at the procession.
Maybe Saint Antony will do you a favour.

Look at Saint Antony, Marshal.

- You saw that?
- Just pray to Saint Antony!

This matter has to cease.

Who's there?

Friends.

- Who?
- Friends.

You? Why?

- May I?
- Yes, but you don't have to.

You forced me.

I forced you?

Yes, because you can't play
with my heart, young lady.

The other night I took a step
no other woman has lead me to...

and after you gave
me a sweet certainty,

you said "nothing doing", point blank.

But I won't give up.

If I had written a similar letter
to you, you'd have thought:

"This marshal is a womanizer,
a Don Juan, or worse..."

You have no right to do that.

But I'm a lady.

It's different.

What lady? We're equals now.

I vote, you vote.

I'm a marshal
and you're a qualified midwife.

Certain female privileges are over.

You roused a great
passion in my heart.

I offer you my life. I won't give up.

I'll never give up.

Unless you're playing two-timer .

What do you mean?

I mean if you have someone else in Rome...

My son lives in Rome.

You're a widow?

No.

Divorced?

- Not at all.
- Divorced from a foreigner?

No, that's why I can't and won't marry you.

You could understand or realize by
the way I wrote, after all that happened,

I had serious reasons.
Now, you know everything.

It's the same old story... the young girl
seduced and abandoned.

But I didn't make a fuss about it,
I worked...

and I still work, for my son.

It makes you honorable.

Thank you. Thanks for the respect.

Now you understand why I couldn't ...

I was wrong in giving you hope.

A moment of weakness.
I'm sorry.

I'm not a woman you could marry.

I know, the army won't
let me, but I'll resign.

- Oh my God, what's that?
- Fireworks.

Of course.
How silly of me.

Come on. You don't like fireworks?

- What will people say?
- What'll they say?

That the marshal's is in love
with the midwife, and that's the truth.

The absolute truth.

Come on Annarella,
everybody must see we're engaged.

The marshal's in love
with the midwife.

Hi there, Marshal!

Hi there, Fantassin!

THE END